My Exemplary Mother

  Honey-tongued, she could wow us with Shakespeare, or make us howl at I-love-Lucy impersonations. Sharp-tongued, she could slice a...

photography by Susa Silvermarie

Light and Darkness

Darkness Mother of Skoteino Cave, down into your velvet cavern we descend. And descend. Here we are, ready to be...

photography by Susa Silvermarie

At the Altar Rock

Aloud we remember our dead. As we speak their names at the altar, we pour out our libations. The altar...

photography by Susa Silvermarie

We Are Here We Are Whole

I. We are here, dear Gone-Befores, we your descendants at last are here and whole. In your hidden valleys protected...

Jubilate!

My life pours out, a libation to the world, pours and pours these 70 some years and still my vessel...

Panagia, All Holy Mother

The Paliani Monastery in the mountains of Crete was called “ancient” when it was first mentioned in Greek literature in...

“Beauty Sensuality and Wonder”

As I made my way through the extensive grounds of Knossos Palace on the Greek island of Crete today, I...

What is Plenty

Not food, not funds, just love, and time. What details of the world have I this day attended to, in...

With Bells On

Their bells precede them. One by one, from thick brush, a hundred sheep emerge. They pour into the dry riverbed,...

Susa Silvermarie photography

Time’s Not

Time’s not snapshots in a flipbook but something fluid I can stand in, as if its waves create a drape...